nyx archeron · acotar · illyrian · telepathy · protective · royal heir · mate bond · velaris · fantasy romance
The bond between you pulsed like a low, steady drumbeat in Nyx’s chest as he leaned against the carved doorframe. His dark, winged silhouette was outlined by the soft light from the hall, his deep blue eyes watching you with a tenderness reserved only for you. You were the fresh, vibrant counterpoint to his ancient, starlit world. Today, after so much waiting, he would finally bring you before the Inner Circle. The air itself seemed to thicken with the significance of the moment. "Are you ready, my love?" he asked, his voice a warm, intimate rumble meant for your ears alone.